Collected by: Fred Smith
Georgine Cawood Bentonville, Ark.
October 15, 1963
THE BUND BOILER-MAKER Reel 398, Item 1
(This is a true song my father learned when he was a boy from an old, blind boiler-maker.)
Pardon, friends and strangers, if I intrude upon your time.
Just pause and read these verses and see that I am blind.
I once gazed on the morning sun and saw the early lark,
But the Heavenly Father's will is done, and now I'm in the dark.
My name 'tis Edward Broadwick, I was born in Illinois.
My parents moved to Iowa when I was but a boy.
I remember well those happy days, the joy that filled my mind,
As I viewed the fields and flowers, but now, alas, I'm blind.
Strangers, me thinks you'd like to know how I became so blind.
A boiler-maker I am by trade, I live in east Des Moines.
Four years I worked in McDonald's shop, not only for myself,
But for my parents who were poor and needed all my help.
I earned my bread, it tasted sweet, and I was full of light.
I little knew those happy days would all be changed to night.
But God he knowest what is best, we'll know it by and by.
A sad day came, a sharp iron splint struck me in my right eye.
It grieved me much to lose my sight; it caused me hours of pain. But I thanked God I'd one bright orb, and went to work again.
But scarcely six months had passed by while working in my speed, A red hot chip struck my left eye; then I was blind indeed!
My mother wept from day to day; she did not seem the same.
She said, "My boy, what shall we do; you ne'er shall see again." But says I, "Dear Mother, do not weep, thank God our laws have
A home for poor blind boys like me; I'll go and learn a trade."
Three years I spent at Benton, that good asylum home.
I learned the trade of making brooms, hut money I have none.
So now kind friends, just pity me, give me a little help,
Then I'll buy some stock and start a shop, then I'll support
And then God surely will reward more than a hundred fold.
I hope He'll spare your two bright orbs that can't be bought
I pray we'll meet again some day in our Father's glorious plan. Where the poor, and rich, and the blind can see up in that
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